Saturday’s workout and other ramblings. SO much to be thankful for!

Sat 9 Sep 2017
Ahhh Bhudda, I hardly know your philosophies, yet at the same time I get it, like in an ignorant westerner looking for spirituality kind of way……

 Hi Bloggers,

Today was leg day. I wore my new long tights I bought on line, so that was a bit of fun. Here’s my workout: Following the general Arnie written split workout deal…. loosely following.

  • Squats: 6 sets of 15, 10, 8, 6, 4, 4.
  • Leg extensions, 5 sets of 10 reps.
  • Leg curls, 6 sets of 15, 10, 8, 8, 6.
  • Sit ups 3 sets of 25, 15, 10.
  • Calf raises, 3 sets of 10.
  • Straight leg deadlift, 3 sets of 10.

It was a good work out.

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Yes, I do like these new tights!

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BIG NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My daughter hugged me!

It’s her 12th birthday tomorrow. I woke her this morning to ask what she wanted for her birthday. I was kind of surprised, she didn’t even yell at me! So that’s the plan here today, I will be taking her shopping and get something that she would like. One small step for fatherhood, one giant leap for this dad!

I was also reflecting on the past few months. I had a chat with the ex – with kids being noisy in the background, but a chat all the same. Sometimes its good to talk. A few months ago I was really not doing too good. I was struggling a bit. Ok, a lot perhaps. Strangely, within myself I felt pretty good but all around me there was chaos and upset….

All self caused, and I’m ok with that too. Major changes are tough – especially on those around you. I’ve had to modify a few things in my life and I’ve had some learnings about what works and what causes upset. I don’t have any regrets. None. Its just a matter of living and learning and finding your true path.

Me Sat Sep 9 2017
If you see this guy, buy him a coffee, he probably has some stories to tell! Or, maybe let me buy you a coffee. As long as I can blog on your story! 😉

So its probably worth a quick list of the things I am thankful for:

  • I am loved.
  • I have two wonderful healthy children.
  • I have an ex who cares about me.
  • I have a job. It pays well.
  • I have a new boss, and so far the arrangement is very decent.
  • I have my health.
  • I enjoy keeping fit and working out.
  • I have family that cares for me (even if I disappoint sometimes!)
  • I have eyesight.
  • I have mental faculties that allow me to express myself, to write, to draw, to play music, to dance!
  • I have a car, that runs, and its cheap on petrol!
  • I have two wonderful dogs in my life.
  • I could probably keep going but I hear people dry retching so I will quit now!

WordPress readers and bloggers, you get a hug! Namaste.

 

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Life is a Balancing Act

Hi Bloggers,

Life is a balancing act. We are constantly and often intuitively adjusting to the variables – maybe its the slope of the pavement, maybe its going around a corner on a bicycle, or deciding how much to spend on ourselves or our loved ones when buying a gift or having  a night out.

Balance also applies to personal freedoms. As with everything, there are balance issues to consider. How do you express yourself with the amount of freedom or experience you desire, while being considerate of the feelings of those who care about you? Even within yourself, there is balance to consider. How much to drink on a night out? Too much and you end up in gutter, too little and you maybe don’t get the buzz you are looking for. I’ve fucked that one up plenty of times.

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What if you don’t even know what your limits of acceptable experience are, because you are still finding your way in life, or your situation has changed? Sometimes you might over commit, sometimes you haven’t found your balance and invariably, you will leave people feeling disappointed, or perhaps find yourself regretting your actions or motivations.

There’s no magic answers here, sometimes its just down to life experience, going with the flow, and knowing when to say yes, and when to say no, even to yourself.

 

 

 

Musings from a Saskatoon CafĂ©…. Changes…

Hi Bloggers,

I had a day off yesterday. I went gym, worked out (overhead press, power cleans, one hand dumbbell rows, lunges, high step ups… good workout 😉 ). I had some downtime in the afternoon. It was a warm day. Full sunshine, very little breeze. No bugs. It was approaching perfect, in the shade.

I had a problem with my bike back wheel hub, so I packed that in the car and drove down to a back street near Broadway. I took the wheel into the shop, and an enthusiastic bike repair guy took my wheel and after putting the special tool into the vice, he cranked the wheel by hand a couple of times, and tightened the nut that keeps the sprocket cassette in one piece. Awesome, job done, I can enjoy my bike again. I asked him ‘what’s the damage’ and he replied, ‘no charge’ (thank you again Bike Doctor!).

So I put the bike wheel back in my car boot, and walked on down (as in the Door’s song – but not walked on down the hall – The End…) to the main part of Broadway. In the summer the city really comes alive. There are hipsters, and bearded guys, lgbt folks, families, immigrants, couples, and all types walking the streets. Its a real parade of people.

The city allows cafes and restaurants to extend their outdoor spaces into the parking lane which makes for a nice outdoors area for the several months a year that this climate allows. Its a real treat. I walked into Museo Café and ordered a latte, and a lime cheesecake slice. I took a spot outside, in the shade. Cars drive by in the lane right next to where I was sitting and it was a little disconcerting because you want to glance up each time a bus or truck or car comes by. I thought maybe facing away from the traffic might have been a better strategy.

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The lime cheesecake was divine. I brought my books with me. I flipped through my borrowed copy of ‘Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff.’ I’m so inspired by this book I bought my boss a copy as his going away gift. I sure hope he reads it and applies some of the many simple lessons in loving-kindness and inner peace.

So I am going through some changes. We are all going through changes. Change is inevitable. Change is the only constant. One of the simple anecdotal lessons or whatever is the in the book. It says there is a Buddhist teaching (apologising to any Buddhist practitioners that I might offend by my interpretation) … it says that everything comes from something, it is made or formed, and it will return to nothing in time. For instance, a glass may be a glass now, but at some time it was sand or whatever, and in the future it will return to shattered glass, dust or maybe even be recycled to something else. The point is that everything will break, degrade and return to some other state.

We are all temporary, all our belongings are temporary, nothing is absolutely permanent. This provides us with a way of coming to terms with the changes in our lives. I copied the lyrics to David Bowie’s ‘Changes’ because I think that might sum up the situation pretty good right now.

I am grateful for those who have helped me, and continue to help me in my journey. I am remorseful for any harm I have done in any of my actions. I have some work to do as an individual, I am not yet fully developed in some aspects of life.

Hugs to all. Hands to heart centre. The light in me honours the light in you. Namaste.

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Source MetroLyrics http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidbowie/changes.html

“Changes” David Bowie

I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I’m going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

Changing the channel….

Hi Bloggers,

So I’m changing things up. Its been a fairly interesting time with the changing situation in my domestic life. It’s just not working. I don’t need to get into details or disrespect anyone, I just need to say that my life is changing, and I’m ok with it.

There’s a ton of stuff to work through, but it will all happen in good time. Meanwhile, I am very grateful for the people who have emerged in my life in a challenging time to be there to support me, to listen, and to provide some good feedback.

This week, I’m going camping. A chance to get away from all the stuff that is going on, and to just chill. When I get back, I will be moving to another place to live. Probably a house share deal or something like that. My immediate family will be heading back to Australia in December. I will miss my kids, and I hope things work out well for my wife.

I’ll probably be out of the loop for a week or so, unless I can find a terminal or laptop or something.

And, don’t worry, I feel great!

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